It's A Beautiful Life (SHINee Band!fic)
It's A Beautiful Life
Onew/Members, SHINee!bandfic
G; Angst, bonding, slight fluff.
General bonding all around; angst and cheese and Jinki tries to be charismatic/suave/greasy/Jinki. It all works out in the end, of course.
A/N: Recomend listening to DBSK's Beautiful Life when reading this. Translations are from aheeyah.com
It really isn't just that one moment, where time seemed to be frozen and everyone held their breath. Then something broke and fractured because Kibum slammed the car door hard and Jonghyun's jaw hung wide open. It is sleepless nights, hidden self-pity and endless fake smiles for too long a time without something real.
Whatever it is, it seems safe to qualify this as a minor emergency (minor being along the lines of, oh, all of Asia being wiped off the face of the Earth), seeing as there's a Cold War going on between Kibum and Jonghyun, and Minho's disappeared into the washroom and Taemin's slumped and still, glaring alternately at his feet and Kibum instead of his textbooks.
Look closer, there's flour and yeast being measured out in the kitchen, falling into measuring cups in steady streams; the hand that's holding them is still and steady. Because that's how Kibum keeps from falling apart, still feels like he has control over something in this world (each grain of sugar, each drop of milk is his anger, frustration, just keeps pouring out). And normally Jonghyun's there to laugh and bat at the stream of flour, waving it all over the kitchen until Kibum throws his arms up in anger, half real and half not until there's Jonghyun's hair and face and clothes are all white and then he can't help but laugh too. Today though, the other boy is nowhere to be found and Kibum continues, kitchen impeccable just like the careful blank expression on his face (unnatural).
The aforementioned boy is on his bed, back to the open door and eyes on the wall in front of him, frozen in his anger (shock, sadness, disbelief, why did you say that, why did I, why didn't you say something instead of staring silently at me and turning away). The back is stiff, muscles are tense and the lips are pressed into a tight line (I'll never say anything again, never sing again, if only you'll look at me again). Jeans are too tight and chafing on sweaty skin, but it's too much work for hands clenched into fists and trembling.
Out the door and across the hall, there's a deep voice- Yes, appa. Yes, I understand. Yes, I will. (Yes, I'm sorry for causing you so much grief, and don't you see, I'd take everything back if I could except if I did now I think I would die?) The mobile phone is slammed onto the desk, an uncharacteristic expression of anger from the too-tall frame with too-large eyes that are too blank most of the time. Because people rarely, if ever, remember that inside that long and lean body there's only the soul of a 17 year old boy who's too scared out of his wits most of the time to speak without turning over the words a million times in his mind (So please, don't hurt him). When he's like this, most of the time there's Jonghyun belting out ridiculous R&B songs or Kibum yelling at Taemin and he doesn't feel so lonely. But right now Jonghyun's frozen on his bed wishing he was never born with this awful voice that just hurt Kibum so much and Kibum's wishing he could have found his voice so he could have hurt Jonghyun just like he hurt him.
Taemin's still glaring at his feet, notes where the threads are wearing thin and he should ask Kibum to mend them for him. Except Kibum is such a stupid hyung right now and Jonghyun is also stupid, stupid, stupid, causing so much trouble with his stupid voice and Minho is stupid for not being here and being sad instead of being Minho. And the stupid circle lenses for Juliette (thank God promotion is ending soon) are making his stupid eyes all stupid and red and dry. Why is he the stupid magnae, when (stupid) Key can act as cute as him without any problem, why does he have to get stuck with the stupid innocent image? Why can't he sing as well as (stupid) Jonghyun, rap like (stupid) Minho, why? Why didn't that girl (he had a crush on but then they debuted and there's company policy) he lent his notes to call him and give him back his stupid notes, why didn't his stupid little brother call, why, why him?
So he decides he will not ask anyone for help, but buy new socks instead.
One would be apt to think there is no hero to be found in this apartment which is in such a melodramatic state, except it's been proven (scientifically, the SNSD girls declare, but Ri In said they were biased and rightly so because they're all in love with him) that it's impossible for Jinki to get mad without bursting into a smile more than one minute later and pouncing on the closest person for a hug.
Don't wanna live by no one else's design
You are the reason I live, the reason for my happiness.
It's just like Jinki to ruin the mood with a cliché, because right now he's singing in the bathroom like he's never been more content in his life. Hard as it may be to understand, he's standing under the showerhead, hot water beating down on his back and there's this blissful smile on his face like it doesn't matter that the stage makeup takes forever to scrub off. Because he's singing- not in the fake-heartfelt way the company tells them to, hight notes with matching facial expressions- but this is more comfortable; voice is a low hum and vibrates comfortably in his throat, follows a melody only in his head.
I wish to be with you forever. Unconditionally, I love you so much!
All the happiness in the world couldn't compare to you
No one else knows yet, but here's a secret. It will grow into the kind of singing that Lee Soo Man and Park Jin Young and Yang Hyun Suk only dream of, the kind where the voice rings effortlessly and pierces the walls of the (hearts of everyone else who hears it) apartment. Where Jinki forgets the cold silence before Kibum stormed upstairs and left Jonghyun speechless, forgets the way Minho's fingers clenched around his cellphone before he put it away with a fake smile, forget Taemin's eyes, so cold and unsmiling and disappointed and just sings because he's warm and clean, so it's all going to be okay when he comes out.
Even if I don't do anything all day, with you I'm like everything.
There's no need for a specific place I like, because my favorite place is you.
Obviously, when he comes out it will not be okay because they're all too obstinate-but-sensitive divas or impulsive kids who grew up too fast, or ambitious silent watchers who have decided to finally reach for their dream and angry sulkers who hate the (stupid) world right now. But maybe it's that way he will waltz into the kitchen, still singing and dancing to his own beat before sticking a finger into the sugar bowl and winking at Kibum (What are you doing, Lee Jinki?!) before moonwalking out to the living room.
Don't wanna live any other way,
There's a meaning in every little thing.
He will stick his face into Taemin's, megawatt smile determined to drown out the sullen stare, still singing the cheesiest lyrics ever. He's going to take his hands, get up and dance around the living room with him, one arm wrapped around the other's waist and using the other to clutch Taemin's hand tight (hyung will never let go, don't worry), coercing those other eyes to turn into half crescent moons. Taemin won't get the beat because it's all in Jinki's head, but he will let himself be lead and not worry about tripping over Jinki's feet because his hyung does it all the time anyway and he's still smiling.
When Taemin will finally look towards the kitchen without anger in his eyes, Jinki will trip off to bedroom and fall on Jonghyun; singing will turn into soft humming mixed with his own whispers (he didn't mean it. Neither did I, hyung. I know.) He will rub the muscles on Jonghyun's back until Jonghyun whimpers in pain and he'll whisper Sorry, so can you come out now? We miss you. Jonghyun will pause, think, nod and Jinki will beam and kiss him on the cheek because he knows that will elicit a frantic response (Ewwww, that's gross!)
This side of you, to me, is the most beautiful thing in the world.
He willl stand in the doorway serenading Minho with a paper rose in his hand he will find on his way out of the bedroom (It's crushed and blue and kind of messed up). And he'll wait, keep singing, wait until Minho finally looks up with his eyes smirking slightly like always, when he's laughing at the rest of them being immature. Stop it hyung, greasy doesn't look good on you. He will then proceed to present the rose to the other anyway, and when he doesn't take it, Jinki will tuck it into his buttonhole.
I want my beautiful ordinary life with you.
Then, he's going to drag him out to the living room where everyone else is tangled up together on the couch, anger melted into the cushions through tired, floppy limbs. Jinki's going to tuck himself into that small space beside Kibum, lay his head on Jonghyun's lap and reach for Taemin's hand before Minho takes one look at them and flops down on top of everyone else. There will be complaints and threats of death and demands to lose weight.
None of them know this yet, but Jinki's rubbing the water out of his hair with his towel now, and now he's pulling on a t-shirt and examining his face in the still foggy mirror. Now, he exits the washroom and none of them know this yet, but everything's going to be okay.
Note: Song (Beautiful Life by DBSK from Rising Sun, KR version) translation frmo aheeyah.com, NOT my own.
Ahh, I'm so tired after writing this. But it feels like I finally got back into my writing groove, and I do think this piece is okay except for the iffy verbe tenses in the last part- except I really wanted it to be like that so I kept going. I honestly don't know how such a happy song turned into an angst fic, but it worked out in the end I guess :) And the word stupid started looking weird to me because I typed it too many times during Taemin's paragraph.
Hope you guys like it!.
Onew/Members, SHINee!bandfic
G; Angst, bonding, slight fluff.
General bonding all around; angst and cheese and Jinki tries to be charismatic/suave/greasy/Jinki. It all works out in the end, of course.
A/N: Recomend listening to DBSK's Beautiful Life when reading this. Translations are from aheeyah.com
It really isn't just that one moment, where time seemed to be frozen and everyone held their breath. Then something broke and fractured because Kibum slammed the car door hard and Jonghyun's jaw hung wide open. It is sleepless nights, hidden self-pity and endless fake smiles for too long a time without something real.
Whatever it is, it seems safe to qualify this as a minor emergency (minor being along the lines of, oh, all of Asia being wiped off the face of the Earth), seeing as there's a Cold War going on between Kibum and Jonghyun, and Minho's disappeared into the washroom and Taemin's slumped and still, glaring alternately at his feet and Kibum instead of his textbooks.
Look closer, there's flour and yeast being measured out in the kitchen, falling into measuring cups in steady streams; the hand that's holding them is still and steady. Because that's how Kibum keeps from falling apart, still feels like he has control over something in this world (each grain of sugar, each drop of milk is his anger, frustration, just keeps pouring out). And normally Jonghyun's there to laugh and bat at the stream of flour, waving it all over the kitchen until Kibum throws his arms up in anger, half real and half not until there's Jonghyun's hair and face and clothes are all white and then he can't help but laugh too. Today though, the other boy is nowhere to be found and Kibum continues, kitchen impeccable just like the careful blank expression on his face (unnatural).
The aforementioned boy is on his bed, back to the open door and eyes on the wall in front of him, frozen in his anger (shock, sadness, disbelief, why did you say that, why did I, why didn't you say something instead of staring silently at me and turning away). The back is stiff, muscles are tense and the lips are pressed into a tight line (I'll never say anything again, never sing again, if only you'll look at me again). Jeans are too tight and chafing on sweaty skin, but it's too much work for hands clenched into fists and trembling.
Out the door and across the hall, there's a deep voice- Yes, appa. Yes, I understand. Yes, I will. (Yes, I'm sorry for causing you so much grief, and don't you see, I'd take everything back if I could except if I did now I think I would die?) The mobile phone is slammed onto the desk, an uncharacteristic expression of anger from the too-tall frame with too-large eyes that are too blank most of the time. Because people rarely, if ever, remember that inside that long and lean body there's only the soul of a 17 year old boy who's too scared out of his wits most of the time to speak without turning over the words a million times in his mind (So please, don't hurt him). When he's like this, most of the time there's Jonghyun belting out ridiculous R&B songs or Kibum yelling at Taemin and he doesn't feel so lonely. But right now Jonghyun's frozen on his bed wishing he was never born with this awful voice that just hurt Kibum so much and Kibum's wishing he could have found his voice so he could have hurt Jonghyun just like he hurt him.
Taemin's still glaring at his feet, notes where the threads are wearing thin and he should ask Kibum to mend them for him. Except Kibum is such a stupid hyung right now and Jonghyun is also stupid, stupid, stupid, causing so much trouble with his stupid voice and Minho is stupid for not being here and being sad instead of being Minho. And the stupid circle lenses for Juliette (thank God promotion is ending soon) are making his stupid eyes all stupid and red and dry. Why is he the stupid magnae, when (stupid) Key can act as cute as him without any problem, why does he have to get stuck with the stupid innocent image? Why can't he sing as well as (stupid) Jonghyun, rap like (stupid) Minho, why? Why didn't that girl (he had a crush on but then they debuted and there's company policy) he lent his notes to call him and give him back his stupid notes, why didn't his stupid little brother call, why, why him?
So he decides he will not ask anyone for help, but buy new socks instead.
One would be apt to think there is no hero to be found in this apartment which is in such a melodramatic state, except it's been proven (scientifically, the SNSD girls declare, but Ri In said they were biased and rightly so because they're all in love with him) that it's impossible for Jinki to get mad without bursting into a smile more than one minute later and pouncing on the closest person for a hug.
Don't wanna live by no one else's design
You are the reason I live, the reason for my happiness.
It's just like Jinki to ruin the mood with a cliché, because right now he's singing in the bathroom like he's never been more content in his life. Hard as it may be to understand, he's standing under the showerhead, hot water beating down on his back and there's this blissful smile on his face like it doesn't matter that the stage makeup takes forever to scrub off. Because he's singing- not in the fake-heartfelt way the company tells them to, hight notes with matching facial expressions- but this is more comfortable; voice is a low hum and vibrates comfortably in his throat, follows a melody only in his head.
I wish to be with you forever. Unconditionally, I love you so much!
All the happiness in the world couldn't compare to you
No one else knows yet, but here's a secret. It will grow into the kind of singing that Lee Soo Man and Park Jin Young and Yang Hyun Suk only dream of, the kind where the voice rings effortlessly and pierces the walls of the (hearts of everyone else who hears it) apartment. Where Jinki forgets the cold silence before Kibum stormed upstairs and left Jonghyun speechless, forgets the way Minho's fingers clenched around his cellphone before he put it away with a fake smile, forget Taemin's eyes, so cold and unsmiling and disappointed and just sings because he's warm and clean, so it's all going to be okay when he comes out.
Even if I don't do anything all day, with you I'm like everything.
There's no need for a specific place I like, because my favorite place is you.
Obviously, when he comes out it will not be okay because they're all too obstinate-but-sensitive divas or impulsive kids who grew up too fast, or ambitious silent watchers who have decided to finally reach for their dream and angry sulkers who hate the (stupid) world right now. But maybe it's that way he will waltz into the kitchen, still singing and dancing to his own beat before sticking a finger into the sugar bowl and winking at Kibum (What are you doing, Lee Jinki?!) before moonwalking out to the living room.
Don't wanna live any other way,
There's a meaning in every little thing.
He will stick his face into Taemin's, megawatt smile determined to drown out the sullen stare, still singing the cheesiest lyrics ever. He's going to take his hands, get up and dance around the living room with him, one arm wrapped around the other's waist and using the other to clutch Taemin's hand tight (hyung will never let go, don't worry), coercing those other eyes to turn into half crescent moons. Taemin won't get the beat because it's all in Jinki's head, but he will let himself be lead and not worry about tripping over Jinki's feet because his hyung does it all the time anyway and he's still smiling.
When Taemin will finally look towards the kitchen without anger in his eyes, Jinki will trip off to bedroom and fall on Jonghyun; singing will turn into soft humming mixed with his own whispers (he didn't mean it. Neither did I, hyung. I know.) He will rub the muscles on Jonghyun's back until Jonghyun whimpers in pain and he'll whisper Sorry, so can you come out now? We miss you. Jonghyun will pause, think, nod and Jinki will beam and kiss him on the cheek because he knows that will elicit a frantic response (Ewwww, that's gross!)
This side of you, to me, is the most beautiful thing in the world.
He willl stand in the doorway serenading Minho with a paper rose in his hand he will find on his way out of the bedroom (It's crushed and blue and kind of messed up). And he'll wait, keep singing, wait until Minho finally looks up with his eyes smirking slightly like always, when he's laughing at the rest of them being immature. Stop it hyung, greasy doesn't look good on you. He will then proceed to present the rose to the other anyway, and when he doesn't take it, Jinki will tuck it into his buttonhole.
I want my beautiful ordinary life with you.
Then, he's going to drag him out to the living room where everyone else is tangled up together on the couch, anger melted into the cushions through tired, floppy limbs. Jinki's going to tuck himself into that small space beside Kibum, lay his head on Jonghyun's lap and reach for Taemin's hand before Minho takes one look at them and flops down on top of everyone else. There will be complaints and threats of death and demands to lose weight.
None of them know this yet, but Jinki's rubbing the water out of his hair with his towel now, and now he's pulling on a t-shirt and examining his face in the still foggy mirror. Now, he exits the washroom and none of them know this yet, but everything's going to be okay.
Note: Song (Beautiful Life by DBSK from Rising Sun, KR version) translation frmo aheeyah.com, NOT my own.
Ahh, I'm so tired after writing this. But it feels like I finally got back into my writing groove, and I do think this piece is okay except for the iffy verbe tenses in the last part- except I really wanted it to be like that so I kept going. I honestly don't know how such a happy song turned into an angst fic, but it worked out in the end I guess :) And the word stupid started looking weird to me because I typed it too many times during Taemin's paragraph.
Hope you guys like it!.